Like water for chocolate

I was talking to a colleague today about how little I've cooked since becoming single. In my previous life I was the the main - but by no means best - cook. But I've got out of the way of it.

This pot belonged to my Ex way back when we were both in bedsits and sharing one another's single bed. From the first flush of love. She is a fantastic cook. She is fantastic at most things she turns her hands to. This pot, however, is like an ancient relic. So many meals bubbled away there. So many conversations around those meals. Laughter, shock, understanding, tears. Food is a great way to share our lives over. This and her Denim jacket are the two things of hers I've taken with me into this new life.

There is a fantastic Mexican film called Como Agua para Chocolate. Like Water for Chocolate. It's main theme is being given, or putting up with, a thin substitute for the real thing. I think I've been guilty of that, of giving water for chocolate, but equally I think I took water for chocolate for too too long. And too too often we make do. We talk ourselves into circumstance. Why should we? Well, when there are wee yins involved, then of course we delineate our desires. We take the water to feed chocolate to those we love and care about.

Anyway, my tea's oot!